Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.